Finally released from the rigid rage of the silver, I slumped into my chair. The werewolf wouldn’t do anything. Not in such a public place. Though to be honest, that does make it more likely that I will be thrown out of a moving vehicle again. How many times would that be? I stopped counting a while ago.
‘Hey, Charli. I’m not... insane. Just a little messed up,’ I grin half joking. I nod at James in acknowledgement, though I don’t look at him. I don’t like the silver being in control. When is Konrad gonna teach me how to control that crap anyways?
Something catches James’ eye and I follow his line of sight down to my hand. The silver is leaving marks on my skin again. I sigh and shove my hands in my pocket.